Chapter <b>524 </b>Was He Angry on Her Behalf?
<b>Jean </b>didn’t immediately reach for the phone. She simply lifted her eyes slightly and looked <b>steadily </b><b>into </b>
<b>Asher’s</b><b>.. </b>
His gaze was as deep and dark as always, ck as ink, like an endless midnight. But now, there was a hint of something colder, unfamiliar–something dangerous–that made Jean hesitate.
After a moment, she finally took the phone from his outstretched hand. :
her
Asher seemed to pick up on subtle shift in mood and spoke in a low voice, “Don’t overthink it. I <b>just </b>noticed you didn’t look so good.”
“I’ve told you before, I don’t care about these rumors. But if you
care…”
His eyes lifted slightly at the corners, outlining a chilling sharpness beneath the calm. “Then it’s <b>a </b><b>big </b><b>deal </b>
Jean wasn’t quite sure what he meant by that.
She frowned, about to think it through, but Asher had already changed the subject. “The cake’s ready.”
A server approached right on cue, setting a slice of strawberry cake and a milk tea down on the table.
The cold edge in Asher’s eyes seemed to disappear instantly, returning to his usual calm. He looked at Jean with soft eyes. “Go on, eat.”
After saying goodbye to Asher, Jean walked back to her dorm. It wasn’t until she stepped inside that she suddenly realized, Asher had seemed angry earlier.
But it was clear he’d kept it under control, never losing hisposure in front of her. <i>Because </i><i>of </i><i>those </i><i>forum </i><iments</i>? <i>He’d </i><i>said </i><i>he </i><i>didn’t </i><i>care</i><i>, </i><i>yet </i><i>he’d </i><i>still </i><i>gotten </i><i>m?d</i><i>… </i>
A thought suddenly flickered through Jean’s mind. <i>Was </i><i>he </i><i>angry </i><i>on </i><i>her </i><i>behalf</i><i>? </i>
When Jean opened the door to her dorm, Sofia came rushing at her like a gust of wind.
“Jean! Let me see, are you okay? Where are you hurt?”
Gripping Jean’s shoulders, Sofia looked her over from head to toe with intense scrutiny.
Jean gave her a helpless smile. “I’m fine.”
“It was just a sudden nosebleed. It looked worse than it
“Was”
“How’d you suddenly get a nosebleed?” Sofia frowned, looking at her with deep concern.
Jean shook her head. “Who knows?”
<i>Maybe </i><i>Sarah’s </i><i>main</i><i>–</i><i>character </i><i>aura </i><i>was </i><i>just </i><i>too </i><i>much </i><i>for </i><i>me </i><i>to </i><i>handle</i><i>. </i>Back in her room, Jean logged into <b>the </b>campus forum again.
She just wanted to check if those nasty rumors about her had continued to spread. But the moment <b>the </b>homepage loaded, everything lookedpletely different.
Every single post about her seemed to have vanished into thin air.
<b>Chapter </b><b>524 </b><b>Was </b>He <b>Angry </b><b>on </b>Her Behall?
<b>Jean’s </b><b>expression </b><b>sharpened </b>as <b>her </b><b>fingers </b><b>scrolled </b>downward.
<b>Even </b><b>at </b>the <b>very </b>bottom, still nothing.
<b><i>Were </i></b><b><i>the </i></b>posts <i>deleted</i><i>? </i><i>By </i><i>the </i><i>admins</i><i>? </i><i>Or did </i><i>the </i><i>original </i><i>posters </i>take <i>them </i>down <b><i>themselves</i></b><b>? </b><b>Jean </b><b>was </b><b>still </b>wondering when a brand new post popped up on the homepage: “An Apology <b>Letter </b><b>to </b><b>Jean</b><b>. </b><b>I </b><b>shouldn’t </b>have shared Jean’s photos. I now realize this caused
and rted posts. I hope Jean can forgive me and serious harm to her. I’ve already deleted the <b>pictures </b>
it go.
“”
Jean kept scrolling–more and more apology letters started flooding the forum.
So, those posts had been deleted by the people who posted them.
And after deleting them, they even posted public apologies. <i>But </i><i>here </i><i>was </i><i>the </i><i>real </i><i>question</i><i>. </i><b><i>There </i></b>was no <b>way </b><i>this </i><i>many </i><i>people </i><i>suddenly </i><i>grew </i><i>a </i><i>conscience </i><i>and </i><i>decided </i><i>to </i><i>apologize </i><i>sincerely </i><i>on </i><i>their </i>own.
Clearly, someone had pressured them into it–forced them to take those posts down and make <b>things </b><b>right</b>. Jean pondered. <i>So</i><i>, </i>who <i>could </i>it <i>have </i><i>been</i><i>? </i>